The Dragon Lord's Aide Wants to Quit [BL] - Chapter 224

Chapter 224: The Edge of Trust (M)
Oh God, how peaceful sleep could’ve been instead of Riley’s life being upturned by something so glaring.

“Nngh—!”

“Hngh!”

“!!!”

Riley did not think it would’ve been so much different from when his member had been in Kael’s mouth.

In fact, he’d assumed that it might end up being rather awkward, considering what they were about to do—just using his thighs. He even had the insane thought that maybe Kael wouldn’t really be up to it.

But how mistaken could he be?

When Riley could probably hand over his finger, and watch the golden dragon find a way to make him cum from it, just like what he was doing now.

The first thrust made his breath catch.

Because the inexperienced human hadn’t expected the intensity of the first full pump to cause a blinding shock.

The moment their slick shafts slid together, pinned tight between his closed thighs and Kael’s hot skin, friction sparked right under the crown of his own member that sent a twitch so fast his body almost jolted up.

“Ah— wait,” he gasped, already betraying himself with a needy sound he did not mean to make.

Apparently, Riley had drastically underestimated how much pressure he would feel from the sheer friction of their shafts rubbing together.

Every time Kael’s immense, granite-hard length drove forward and back in a deep, slick rhythm. The underside of Riley’s sensitive member would jerk and throb as it scraped against the thick, hot skin of the dragon’s length.

That maddening pleasure drove his hands wild, fingers clenching and searching blindly across the desk for something solid to hold on to, while his broken moans and Kael’s low grunts filled the sudden void the burst torchlight had left.

Kael’s hands settled around his calves, then lower, then firm on the backs of Riley’s knees. He drew those legs in and up until there was no slack left. No escape. The dragon’s grip was steady and absolute. Warm. Possessive. The kind of hold that told a mortal exactly what he was to a dragon.

Riley shivered.

The next pump was harder. Slow, but with weight. Kael drove forward and dragged back, and Riley felt it all.

The thick heat of him gliding along the seam of Riley’s thighs. The rub against the underside of his oversensitive shaft. The way it pressed him up and down his own stomach as if Kael could knead pleasure straight into him by force alone.

A filthy, wet sound rose between them. Slick. Sticky. Every glide made more of it. Every glide said what they were doing, even if no one spoke.

Riley tried to bite down on the noise rising in his throat, but Kael leaned in, gaze heavy.

“No, those sounds are mine, you can’t hide them,” Kael growled, the assertion a rough sound torn from his chest as he plunged forward again.

The words vibrated through Riley’s calves, and the poor human swore his backside clenched in shame and want. “W-what?”

“Mine, Riley. Mine.”

Ah, fuck.

Fine.

His.

If the dragon wanted his moans and screams, then he could have them.

The human let his head fall back and breathed through it. He let the sounds come. He let them roll out of him as Kael began pounding into him with merciless, consuming rhythm.

The pace built. And even in the poor human’s haze, he could tell it was intentional.

The dragon lord set a rhythm that made Riley’s toes press into Kael’s chest and then curl.

Forward and back.

Forward and back.

Every stroke slid heat over the same strip of skin. Every stroke rubbed the underside of Riley’s shaft until the head kicked and drooled helplessly against his belly.

“Haa… ah— Kael,” Riley panted, eyes glassy. His hands continued to claw for the table edge and found it. He held on like the desk might float him through a flood.

And the dragon drank the sight in.

He did not look away. Those golden eyes flashed darker every time the drag caught sweet and deep. His mouth was set, his jaw tense, his shoulders braced as if he was holding back an ocean with his spine.

But if Kael was seeing Riley in such a position, the mortal had his own view to appreciate.

And appreciate he did, as every fiber of his being felt the correctness of this contact.

Because from where he lay on Kael’s desk, there was seriously no escaping the dragon looming over him like that.

Riley could see the deep, possessive concentration in Kael’s face every time the dragon thrusted in between his legs. The brief flare of his nostrils when the slick glide hit right. The swell and retreat of his chest. The veins at his throat. And that body, all muscle and sinew, was like a tense, live wire every time their skin connected.

He swallowed a moan. It came out anyway, high and raw. “Ahhh—”

“Haa—”

Kael changed the angle.

He leaned forward without warning, and Riley felt his legs go with him, folded and guided until his knees were almost at his chest.

The tilt shifted something at once. His hole was no longer safe in the air.

It was right there. It was part of the path.

And when Kael slid through again, the thick length and the heavy weight of those testicles bumped that ring of nerves with the base and then rode up along Riley’s shaft.

Riley almost screamed.

“God— Kael!” His voice broke. The head of his hardness pressed up against his own stomach with every push, then dragged down and up again as Kael ground through his thighs. He scrabbled for purchase and found only polished wood and the slick heat of his own skin.

The sounds grew worse. Wet and hungry. Slaps that were not loud, but obscene in the quiet of the study. A steady chorus of glide and catch, glide and catch, punctuated by Riley’s choked breaths.

Kael’s fingers tightened at the hinge of Riley’s thighs. Not cruel. Just absolute. He held him exactly where he wanted him and drove in slower, heavier. The dragon’s hips kissed forward, drew back, kissed forward again, as if he wanted to teach Riley’s body a very specific lesson about what it meant to be handled by him.

Riley’s eyes fluttered. His mouth fell open. “Please,” he whispered, and he did not even know what he was asking for.

Kael answered with motion. The strokes lengthened. He pushed through the slick channel of Riley’s thighs until the dense weight of him ground across that twitching ring, then rode up the length of Riley’s member so deliberately that it hurt in a way that made pleasure sing.

Riley jolted. His hips jumped on their own. He arched as if his body could chase more of it.

“Like that,” Kael said, voice rougher now. “Hold for me.”

Riley tried. He squeezed his thighs, trembling. It made the pressure sharper, the heat tighter. The next thrust knocked a shameless cry out of him.

“Hngh—!”

He might actually die from this.

To think Kael hadn’t even penetrated him with that weapon of a dick!

If Riley was thinking like that, what more of the dragon lord, who had to find every shred of decency he’d stashed away over nearly a millennium of life as he struggled not to take Riley completely as his mate?

Because it was there. And every time Kael’s length or his testicles grazed that spot, it would twitch invitingly, as if screaming at Kael to take it, to end the impossible restraint.

But what was keeping him sane, even as it drove him batshit crazy, was his mortal’s trust in him.

To open himself up like that, to serve everything up and trust that even if he offered it all, Kael would only take what could currently be taken—it was an act of faith the dragon could not violate if he wanted to keep his mortal.

He couldn’t let his human down. And so he’d thrust.

Back and forth, slower and faster, until he could feel they were as close to each other as physically possible.

But considering he’d been given this chance, he’d take the opportunity to convince his twig that it would be a good decision to jump him. And anything he could have from Riley, he would mark.

Kael’s hips would thrust, stronger but slower this time, and Riley could feel the length burning against his skin as Kael’s tongue and lips marked every available skin. The dragon lord leaned down, running his tongue down Riley’s inner leg, peppering his them with possessive kisses.

And the mortal felt marked. He felt kept.

Riley’s head would whip to the side as he moaned because that slower pace was driving him crazy, because he really wanted to cum. He was so damn close that he was ready to beg.

“Kael… I need— I need—” The words trailed into a whine that had no dignity in it.

“Then take it,” Kael said, and his hips answered the rest.

“Hngh—!”

The thrusts grew stronger, each one planting deep between Riley’s thighs and dragging up until the ridge at the top of Kael’s shaft skimmed the slit of Riley’s pucker. Then he’d grind the entire length along the mortal’s slick cock all over again.

The head of Riley’s shaft smeared wet across his stomach with every pass. The sensation stacked. It climbed. It crawled up his spine and pooled behind his eyes.

Riley shook. His calves flexed against Kael’s chest. His toes curled hard enough to hurt. “So close,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Please.”

Kael’s grip hardened. His thumb pressed into the soft place behind Riley’s knee. His other hand slid lower, cupping the back of Riley’s thigh as if it were meant to sit in his palm. He watched Riley’s desire mount and gave him more.

Heat and slick and the heavy slide of a dragon’s shaft against him and the human thought he needed prayers for this.

“Look at me,” Kael said.

Riley did. The sight undid him. Golden eyes, savage and soft all at once. A face set in restraint and hunger.

Riley’s hips lifted without his permission. His body begged. The rhythm caught and then rolled over the edge.

“Kael—!”

He broke.

The orgasm punched through him in a rush. His thighs snapped tight around Kael and trembled. His cock jerked and painted his stomach in hot stripes. His voice spilled out raw and cracked as his whole body arched off the desk and his nails dug helplessly at the wood.

Then Kael followed.